"Any pickerel holes where you lived?" inquired Mr. Fernald boyishly.
A very novel viewpoint it was to the boy, and as he regarded the complicated web, he found himself wondering how much of all this tangle was known to the men, and whether they were always fair to their employer. He had frequently overheard conversations at his father's when they had proclaimed how easy and care-free a life the rich led, and while they had envied and criticized and slandered the Fernalds and asserted that they did nothing but enjoy themselves, he had listened. Ah, how far from the truth this estimate had been! He speculated, as he reviewed the facts and vaguely rehearsed the capitalist's enigmas whether, if shown the actual conditions, the townsfolk would have been willing to exchange places with either of these men whose fortunes they so greedily coveted.
CHAPTER II TED RENEWS OLD TIMES
"It is not a luxury," he insisted. "It's a necessity! An indispensable part of the farm equipment!"
CHAPTER VI MORE GUESTS